I just had this conversation!

As far as laundry goes, whoever enters the cellar, for whatever reason, has the moral obligation to see what laundry needs to be done and do something about it. Not a good arrangement for someone with no short term memory. Many an afternoon has been spent with me doing three or four loads of laundry and STILL not coming upstairs with what I originally went looking for.

Ironing? That's my job. Not because I'm such a wonderful guy that doesn't wish to burden my wife with the task of ironing, but because I wear suits and I need decent looking shirts. So I iron. And because I'm good at it, well, I'll do her stuff too. ha ha But I refuse to iron my apron! That's where I draw the line. Well, unless company is coming over and I have to cook. I can't let them see me in a wrinkly apron, right?

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.